Repeat: I do not own Doctor Who. (so sad) Enjoy! Very short chapter.
Chapter Two: Going home
She appeared in a flash of light in the empty hall. Without pausing she made her way through the corridor guided by the light at the end of the hall until she entered the last set of oak doors. Entering the library she headed to her desk and settled into her chair before pulling out the stone. Well, more crystal then stone she noticed upon closer inspection. It was simple in shape, nothing about it would strike someone as powerful but she knew that looks were deceiving. What she held in her hand was from Gallifrey. How it had ended up on the warring planet she would never know since Gallifrey no longer existed in this world and her coming across it was just plain luck. She was grateful because luck was very rarely on her side and she had been running out of time. Shaking herself from where those thoughts would lead she turned her attention back to the matter at hand. She didn't need to study it because she already knew how it worked. The knowledge was there, not hers but HIS, and with it she knew how to get home. A shiver of excitement ran over her at the thought of home; it had been so long. She had been through so much, she had changed so much. She brought her fingers to her face to run along the scar that ran from her right temple down to her collar bone. Yes, she had changed very much but that was a worry for another day because now it was time to go. Reaching in the desk drawer she pulled out a manila envelope that held her most precious memories from her time here and tucked it in the inner pocket of her jacket before reaching back into the drawer for her credit stick and psychic paper placing them in the pocket of her jeans. She grabbed the crystal once more, this time she cupped it in her hands and closed her eyes as the ebb and flow of energy began to weave around her. Golden light began to shimmer against her skin. The heat was building, curling against her. A melody rose in and around her. It was full and swelling, deep and reaching, soul binding. She opened her eyes and gold glittered in their depths, the music crescendo and she could bear no more as her head tilted back and she sang. She sang for herself, she sang for her home, she sang for HIM. The music swelled as symbols began glowing and glittering dancing in the air above, until they touched her skin and settled in intricate circular patterns. There was another song weaving its way into their symphony, an answering cry of surprise, of joy, of coming home. Her heart beat in time with their songs until it reached its peak and with a shower of gold dust she was gone, being taken back to where she belonged; With HIM.